she wants to have a baby i dont blame her not one bit she wants me to be the daddy but im not sure if i can handle it ive got me some bad habits ive got me some familiar traits i figured out my mosaic some of it dont look so great

but its your big kindness inside your little mouth makes me feel i could do things i used to dream about

once again gods not around and personally im quite relieved never blessed me with creation of anything i might conceive but shes taught me to be patient she brings up songs of the past could be the thing to gamble could be the thing that lasts